At every turn of life, I've left things half done

At every turn of life, I've left things half done, Sometimes on the path to success, other times at the threshold of silent ruins, Destiny has always held my hand, like a mother protecting her child, But I, a rebel with a wandering heart, have always found solace in unraveling. Like an artist leaving their painting unfinished, colors still flowing on the canvas, I sought meaning in chaos, in the silences stretching between beginning and end, Each step left behind, an echo of an unfulfilled promise, A fragile dance between dreams and realities, between walls collapsing in the night. And yet, in falls, I discovered beauty, in ruins, the secret poetry, A world where each fragment reflects an untold story, a truth carried by the wind, Each failure, a falling star, a moment where sky and earth meet, My whole life, a series of unfinished notes, a song resonating in silence. In this universe of contrasts, I found freedom, a release from the chains of certainty, I chose to embrace uncertainty, to navigate uncertain seas with an open heart, For in unraveling there is creation, and in rebellion, a kind of peace, A path I walk, leaving behind the shadows of what was, of what will be.